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Living in lies by the railway line |
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Pu***ng the hair from my eyes |
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Elvis is English and climbs the hills |
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Can't tell the bull***t from the lies |
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Screaming along in South London |
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Vicious but ready to learn |
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Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer |
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Sometimes but always in vain |
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So I'll wait until we're sane |
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Wait until we're blessed and all the same |
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Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give |
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Englishmen going insane |
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Down on my knees in suburbia |
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Down on myself in every way |
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With great expectations I change all my clothes |
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Mustn't crumble at silver and gold |
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Screaming above Central London |
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Never born, so I'll never get old |
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So I'll wait until we're sane |
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Wait until we're blessed and all the same |
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Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give |
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Englishmen going insane |
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Down on my knees in suburbia |
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Down on myself in every way |
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Day after |
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Day after |
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Day |
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Day after |
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Zane, Zane, Zane |
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Ouvre le chien |
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Day after |
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Day |
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Day after |
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Zane, Zane, Zane |
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Ouvre le chien |
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Day after |
